Ambled Poems | Examples

Baking Bread

I open the oven door
to a blast of heat 
and hot bread bulging
out of a high tin, brown, crusty
and ready to be taken out.
That smell wafts across 
seventy years to when I can
remember bread being delivered
in a horse and cart.

Carrying a big 
wicker basket full of hot bread, 
the baker would run
house to house whilst his horse
ambled along at a pace 
in perfect sync with the bakers
progress along the street.

Weekday mornings
I would wait out front 
and rush the hot bread 
inside for my mother to make me
sandwiches for lunch.
Mum always complained
that the bread was too hot 
for cutting. I had a steaming 
slice smothered in butter 
before I left for school.

Big, thick, uneven slices
of bread holding metwurst
or cheese or peanut butter
greeted me when I opened 
my lunchbox at school.
Bread was never better.
Nearing eighty, I keep
baking bread, writing poems,
as if trying to recapture 
those pleasures still steaming
in the past before they go.

Last Decision of Love

“I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.”  ? Langston Hughes

She ambled down the perfumed garden 
as the moon rose high in the darkening sky, 

Stygian night was falling rapidly, 
Dark clouds rushed up high, hiding the moon. 
A fine drizzle of rain began. She cared not.

Fragrant was the night so full of blooms,
but she went to the cool stream that ran nigh. 

She undressed and jumped though she could not swim, 
hoping that her soul would die in the rippling flow, 
Perhaps she could rid herself of the heat in her head? 
Was it not the fault of that the miscreant, betraying cheat?


Placed 1

Descent and ascent

Having wandered through
the cracks and crevices 
ambled through the depths
scared my hands and soul
wrestled with wisdom’s lies

I surrendered

Slowly examined the terrain
chose an unmarked trail
climbed, faltered, hung on
cursing my fate
yet never losing sight
of the next hand hold
that glimmer of sunlight
teasing the peak

Reflecting

On the scarred reminders
I sit higher on the mountain
ever envious of its peak
Its promise of safety
Its challenge of success

Not yet

At peace
With the mountain
Or myself

Suspenders

Wearing wide suspenders,
With a walker as an aid,
He slowly ambled down the street,
Protected by the shade.

I noticed those suspenders,
Once bright yellow but still cool,
For they looked just like a ruler
You would use in math at school.

As I passed, I turned to compliment
His snazzy sense of style
And from him and his companion,
That elicited a smile.

This is why I love the city,
Since you always can expect
To encounter someone new
With some small reason to connect.

On the 4th

Went for a hike at a nature preserve 
And followed the trail with each lake-hugging curve.
The sun dappled through as it lit up the trees
As we stepped over roots, not once skinning our knees.

We stopped at the Center as we headed out
And met Tin Tin the tortoise, who ambled about.
Then we headed to Ralph’s for some ices to eat;
With so many cool flavors, it sure was a treat.

Though I know it’s the 4th, I don’t need a parade 
Or a barbecue chef with the burgers he’s made
Or the fireworks I’ll be too tired to see
To know this was a day close to perfect for me.

My Dream Sky

In the desert of my forlorn life,
I wandered across desiccating dunes you made.
Enticed by your impulsive mindscape,
I sauntered in the sandstorm of dismal time. 
Yearning lost in the debris of broken heart,
I ambled with silent sorrow, 
emotions swirled like dislodged sands
in the tide of remote time when you were mine.

The transient trajectory of devoured desire
furrowed a blazing track of craving, 
I wished I could trail the shooting star, 
even if it faded away like the flicker of your love.

In the mesmeric firmament of fervor 
you blazed the trail of passion in my heart. 
In the configured horizon of longing
I desired to fly as a beguiled bird, 
for in my idyll thoughts I wished
you were my dream sky.

Paradise of Tulips

Regal tulips in purple, blue and yellow
pink splendor ambled in sensuous glow
tantalizing rows of frenzy red capes
beauty swaying ...bouncing in waves.

Clustered far and wide, their pouted lips
flirting through a prism, beams of tulips.
demure dance and frolic, tempting kisses
spring gives birth...a rainbow of wishes.

The path I walk, so serene and divine, 
This paradise I know will never be mine.

The momma and her baby little bear

They ambled thru the town with out a care,
the momma and her baby, little bear..
People on the street all froze and stared,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
Some gathered on their porches and watched
in their chairs, the momma and her baby, little bear..
Many grew scared as the sirens blared,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
The Sheriff shot in his gun in the air,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
Some set traps in the woods to catch the pair,
the momma and her baby, little bear..
The Mayor put up signs to BEWARE of
the momma and her baby, little bear..
Eventually they wandered off some where,
the momma and her baby, little bear..

Alcoholic

Lightheaded I ambled
towards the lonely pub.
Liquor helps sometimes you know.
It burns the mind,
empties it
of niggling thoughts,
of subtle yearnings,
of ambitious aspirations.
 
There she was
redhead and flushed.
A companion in distress.
We drank together,
confessed together,
envied together.
 
Time's up.
Outwards we lurched
hugging each other
towards the beach
where empty cabins
gave us respite.
 
Morning arrived.
She was not there.
Pity!
I knew not her name.
Might as well call her
whisky.

HER

In the midst of a wet night,
Discovered myself upon a viaduct.
Straggled or vagrant, uncertain.
Not petrified by the dark, rumbling sky,
Amazed to find the place familiar.

I perceived the faintest advancing steps,
On turning back, delighted with her presence.
The cold, shivering breeze, 
Waved her black long hair.
I insisted not to blink.

She ambled,
At my fore now, only whispered.
I apologize greatly, for concealment, for eons.
I was denied your presence: a shadow's grace.
Only welcoming death set my soul free.

Fate unveiled its script,
Offering me a last goodbye.
Imparting my truth before the noose claims me.
My world knows no dawn since....
Now gone, shine bright, bring me dawn once more.

Conveying my farewell,
I plunged into the water.
Bewildered-reincarnated.
Faced....
My damp eyes.

Map

Midnight drive in absent minded dark
Where wood poles are magnetic
Where all the cardinal directions
pull towards,
The iron inside my heart burns 
to burst from my chest
I have led all the metals 
and minerals inside of me
To someplace astray
I took a dizzying route
I ambled from star to star
To carve out
incomprehensible constellations

Opposing Rising From Ashes Of Scorched Heart

The tinsel moon you gleamed in cradle of argentine night
On wings of ornate cloud I tried to embrace you
But you ambled through the silky sky I called mine
A turquoise trail you carved in my heart you knew
I could discern my love glow with touch of moondust
At the edge of the departing night thunder clouds surged.


The pale moon you faded in the abyss of dark night
With the flanges of amorphous cloud I distanced you 
But you welded with the jagged sky you called yours
You didn’t realize no crystal path you paved to my heart 
My insipid love lost unperceived the touch of moondust
As the core of the arriving night thunder clouds wrapped.

Forty Percent

Forty percent was the chance it would rain,
Which is what my phone app was predicting.
I went for my walk with my eye to the sky,
But the darkening clouds were conflicting.

I had an umbrella which fits in the bag
Where I carry my water for drinking,
So I ambled on, getting further away
And I wondered just what I was thinking.

For, after a mile, rain came barreling down,
Without one little drop as a warning.
My umbrella unfurled, I retraced all my steps,
Cutting short my full exercise morning.

Though my sneakers were dripping, as well as my socks,
I got home with just minimal stressin’
But I have to remember my phone often lies,
Which is really a valuable lesson.

To Make a Long Story Short

I asked about her family.
She started to say “to make a long story short.
her story went on and on and on
There was a barn, a country road, a duck pond.
It rambled and ambled,
My eyes were scrambled.
It was my third yawn.
She reiterated “to make a long story short”.
I was fighting the fight but my eyes were closing.
This was the most boringest boring speaker I had ever heard talk aloud.
I was snoring soundly the third time I heard her say,
“to make a long story short.”
The next time I will ask her to please make a short story long
or...
I will simply run screaming in the opposite direction.

Rain

I ambled down to the beach
To adore the misery of twilight
I Lit the red candle's of hope
Cloud's whispered together
Showered me with wishes
Red petal's came together
Floating in happiness 
I stretched out my hand
To say thankyou
For the best present i ever had

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